Chapter Four - What We Have Here Is A Failure To Communicate.

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Dib groaned as he pulled against the restraints and opened his eyes slowly… Wait, restraints? He didn't remember restraints. The last thing he did remember was the new girl knocking him down and shoving a needle in his arm. That needle must've had some sort of tranquilizer. "Finally awake, Dib-stink?", said Zim's voice behind him.

"Shut up Zim.", came his sisters voice.

"Silence!", he replied.

"Be quiet, all of you!", Sen said, rubbing her forehead.

Dib looked up into the worn irkens face. Like Mar said, she was pretty cute, for an irken. Unfortunately, she was the enemy, and both her and Mar kidnapped him, his sister, Zim, and Tak. What he didn't know was- "Why?", he asked of her.

She looked up at him from her perch on the desk in front of them. She sighed and gestured behind him and she dropped down from the desk. "Because,", the now familiar voice of Mar from behind him, "We are Irken Black Ops. We were given a mission by the Tallest's to assassinate the four of you, not including MiMi or Gir. We didn't ask why, we just took the assignment. But, it seems that we should've asked why, because there is a whole lot more about this mission than we know. That's where you four come in. We didn't just kill you because we wanted to know what makes you worth assassination.".

Dib blinked. Assassination? Irken Black Ops? None of this made sense to him. Not to mention, Irken Black Ops are a irken military or social class he never heard of, and he heard of all of them, thanks to Tak's ship. "What,", Tak started, "Are Irken Black Ops? I've never heard of them.".

"The Irken Black Ops are a very old military class. We go back before Red and Purple, Spork, even Miyuki. We are the most Elite of the Elite. We were used for stealth missions, operations never meant to go public, such as assassinations of public leaders, sabotage, and for more advanced planets and races, we would go with the Irken Elite to take down the planets defenses so the Tallest or the armada could begin the Organic Sweep safely. But, it's no wonder you never heard of the Irken Black Ops. We aren't a public class, obviously.", Sen explained frugally.

At that point, each and every one of their captives, save Zim, could understand exactly who these people were. They were hardened soldiers with special operations training, and they way they spoke, they could easily be veterans of who knows how many wars. And, they were confused about their mission, and that could be, for the four of them, either a very good thing, or a very bad thing.

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"So, you're saying that you have no idea why the Tallest would send assassins after you?", Mar said finally.

Dib nodded solemnly. None of them had a good reason as to why the strange irkens were there. The thing was, none of them knew half of what they said, until they said it. The two Black Ops looked at each other carefully. Unfortunately, the answers they needed were out of reach when it came to their targets. Mar sighed in resignation. Sen nodded and looked at Taco, "Put them in two rooms, one for the irkens, the other for the humans. The SIR's go in your room. Don't argue, just do it.", she added when she saw Tacos defiant look when she said that last part.

Taco sighed. "Fine.".

He pulled Gir and MiMi behind him ad he lead the four other captives. He looked back at them as Dib began to edge away from the rest of them. "Escaping wont work. Unless you're an Irken Black Ops techie, you wont be able to get through the defenses and security. Just so you know.", he said with a chuckle.

The human groaned and complied. While he finally got Tak's ship working, it took him forever to even understand how Gaz did it. His sister might… Dib shook his head as he thought. Gaz was good with irken technology, but from the way these Irken Black Ops sound, it wouldn't surprise him if even their tech was in a league of its own. The SIR unit leading the six of them stopped at both rooms and locked the four in them respectively. He looked back at MiMi carefully and she glared at him. He looked away and thought back to when they captured Tak. MiMi was anything but compliant after he walked up to the drugged irken, and the hand-made SIR put up quite the fight. If it wasn't for his specialized programming and specs, he wouldn't have stood a chance. But he couldn't believe the indignity of having to stay with the defective. From what he heard from Mar, Gir just followed him dutifully when he took Zim, and waited patiently while they took the two natives. "Idiot.", he muttered as he looked at Gir.

He even had his dog suit on still. Gaudy thing. He was surprised the humans didn't recognize the fact he wasn't a real dog. At least MiMi had a decent disguise.

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As Taco lead the prisoners to their room, Mar walked into the repair area for the Sen's ship. While she began to work on it, he went onto a nearby terminal and checked on the The Irken Battle Network, or was constantly updated with military information, conditions on Irk and other irken planets, and statistics of various soldiers. Not to mention, various operations that the irken military was currently conducting, but only Irken Black Ops could access that certain information. Something caught his eye as he scanned through the operations. Black Operatives 117-2 and 117-4, named Mar and Sen have been made targ- He read as Sen interrupted his thoughts. "Put on some of the local music, would you? I work better with the background noise.", she asked.

Mar nodded and looked up a local radio channel and turned on the speakers. The sound that issued forth was anything but what could be considered music to irkens. "Turn up the radio, blast your stereo, right!".

As the two listened to the lyrics and the music they looked each other as though it was some kind of abomination to them. "Humans…", Mar started.

"Are Weird." Sen agreed, and she began to work on the cockpit.